Chris did not appreciate what he had and since he didn’t, I should let her be appreciated the way he should. “I didn’t know you liked woman.”�...�Yeah I just recently came out to my family only and now to you. Come on, why not sleep with someone who is actually nice to you.”“I would be cheating on my husband.”“That asshole? Don’t worry about him. He won’t know. I have a girlfriend too, but you need to get off. It will stay between us I promise. What do you say?”I saw her ponder it for a. You keep it spotless just to spite her, don't you? Even though she doesn't have a clue ... you keep it this way, just to secretly prove to YOURSELF that she's wrong!" That's some pretty deep psychological shit you're spouting there, Ding-wad," Betty sneered. "Sit down, before you blow a gasket with all your heavy thinking." Cindy sat down on the bed, still chuckling and looking around. "Wanna watch some TV?" Betty asked. "Couldn't help but notice that you don't have one in that convent you call. I had wondered if all was well, as she had not said anything to me about our first adventure. And what an adventure it had been, I did not realize how kinky and over sexed she was. I had already shaved my pubic hairs, and they were itchy. Some lotion helped, but the little whiskers were sticking to my under shorts, and the whiskers on my balls made my cock sensitive, all the time. So I had a semi erection most of the day. It was, actually, kind of cool, walking with a small, soft, boner all. Crouching over her buttocks I pulled my penis down and back and moved the head of my cock into position at her entrance.Gina felt the intruding organ's presence and muttered "Not without some lubrication!. Got to be wet first!". Looking round I settled on the only thing within reach, the bottle of wine. I picked it up and poured some over my now aching penis. The wine on my sensitive head tingled deliciously as I did. When I was good and wet I introduced the bottle to Gina's pussy. As I did,.